Fire and Smoke
about turning on the furnace
for the first time of the season,
that quiet flow of air
and subtle smell of dust,
that finally lays to rest
all of summer’s dreams
and throws wide the doorways of my mind
to the full embrace of the autumn
Writing letters to my father
in the ink of memory
with whispers of the autumn moon
I count myself among the autumn people this season is my joy I embrace the golden days and chill night winds, the thunder storms and racing clouds found within this space I revel in the colors as green is covered over in reds and yellows, flame-like oranges and sombre browns I delight in stories, in whispers in the dark and memories of loved ones now beyond this world Here I find my breath, my wonder and rejuvenation too long stunted by the searing summer heat Keep your winter and your judgments, your resurrection and your shame, I will stay right here savoring forever the glory of the fall.
Today arrived with gray rain and soft September winds; reminded me of this.